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against his skin. He could get to it quickly if need be.
“Me, insane? You dare say such when you are the person who is flooding our society with such rubbish?”
Evan would punish Alexandra for this. If he ever found her that was. How could she possibly rationalize using his business to distribute that paper?
His heart sped up at the thought of her. God, he hoped she was safe. He’d half expected to find her here. Thankfully, she had stayed away.
He held his anger in check. Right now, he had to do what was best for Sophie. He had to get her out of here.
“The woman you are holding is innocent. She is not Lady Alexandra MacIntyre. She is her sister, Lady Sophie, and I can assure you she has nothing to do with any kind of erotic literature.”
Sophie’s eyes widened and she shook her head, her voice straining against the gag. What was she trying to say?
“You’re lying.”
“Take the blessed gag off of her. Let her tell you in her own voice. She’s clearly no threat to you. She’s trying to say something.”
“She has already told us that she is Lady Alexandra,” Ryland said. “Your little game won’t work, Xavier.”
What was Sophie up to? Evan didn’t have time to figure it out. He lunged toward Ryland, tackling him to the ground. “Run, Sophie. Run!”
But the woman held Sophie fast. “Mr. Ryland, are you all right?”
Evan held Ryland down, covering his mouth.
Once Evan had subdued the other man, he punched his face once, twice, three times, until blood spurted from his nose. Sophie’s muffled sobs formed a haze around him. He punched Ryland again, and then again…until an excruciating pain lanced through his thigh.
He cried out, rolling off of Ryland and gripping his leg.
“Hurry, come on,” the woman said.
“Let me get the girl,” Ryland said.
“There’s no time,” the woman said. “Some vagrants are outside, lurking. They’ll run to the constable if they see us. The back way. Come on, we must get out of here!”
Evan grasped at his leg. He needed to help Sophie. She floated above him, her hands bound, her mouth gagged. Her voice, muffled, seeped into his thoughts.
“Evan… Evan… Evan…”
Sophie’s image metamorphosed into Alexandra. His beautiful Alexandra, hovering over him, pulling him toward something.
And then…the curtain fell.
Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
Amelia, I turned toward the door of my bedchamber. Who could be entering without knocking? I nearly fainted when I saw who it was. Hattie, followed by Christophe. What in the good Lord’s name could be going on?
Hattie’s cheeks turned pink when she saw us naked on the bed, entwined with each other, Lars pumping in and out of me.
“I beg pardon, my lady.”
“It is my fault, my lady,” Christophe said. “I insisted that I see you straightaway. Hattie was kind enough to show me to your bedchamber door.”
“No matter,” said I. “You two shall join us, of course, and we shall have a high time indeed.”
“Oh, my lady, I couldn’t…” Hattie looked at the floor.
Lars continued pumping, and at last groaned and withdrew, climaxing on my belly.
I smiled, a wonderful idea forming in my head.
“Hattie,” I asked, “have you ever had the joy of two men pleasuring you?”
Her cheeks still pink, Hattie replied, “No, my lady.”
“Then it shall be my pleasure to give you this extraordinary gift.”
“But, my lady…”
“You must accept, Hattie dear. I shall consider it an insult if you do not.”
“I do not wish to insult you, my lady.”
“It would be our pleasure, my dear,” Christophe said. “I do believe I can speak for you, Lars?”
Lars nodded, a mischievous grin forming on his mouth. “Absolutely.” He untied the scarves from my wrists. He walked toward Hattie, still naked, and trailed the silk over her cheek. “Would you like me to tie you to the bed, as I did Lady Prudence?”
Hattie trembled, nodding.
“Does the thought of being bound excite you?” Lars asked.
Again, Hattie nodded.
Amelia, my loins throbbed at the thought of watching these two spectacular men seduce and pleasure Hattie. I rose from the bed, walked to my chair where my silk robe was strewn, and draped it over my shoulders, sitting down.
The two men, one dressed and one not, undressed Hattie provocatively, and with every new inch of porcelain skin they exposed, I grew hotter and wetter.
When she stood before them naked, Christophe turned to me.
“And what shall be your pleasure, my lady?”
I licked my lips. “I shall watch.”
Chapter 20
Ally quickly unbound and ungagged Sophie, and then cradled Evan’s head in her arms.